Poems from DarkFlame171
Thousands of years they’ve been at war.
Humans against lab rats.
Their skin has changed and genes are sore.
“What have we done now cats...
He wasn't a prince nor that of any talent,
And his hands were calloused with age and smoke.
Not a scholar, but he is now gallant.
His love...
I am from my parents. They've taught me many things to do and what not to do. When I was younger they decided they would be open, honest...
I am a deadman.My skeleton is coated in titanium armor with rods and nails. Some people find joy in saying they're dead on the inside and...
Music is a way for someone to feel emotion. Hands are a way to feel physically.
Hands are tools to which I use every day. I am myself due...